Like the Wide Space in the Constellation Orion the Gate of Love Is Opened

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I Samuel 18:1

His love as if in coma was asleep

But, lapsed inside synapses, was awake,

Inside his heart within his ribs as deep

As Jonathan’s and David’s loves’ deep ache

Was conscious in unconsciousness.  God’s cue

Might rouse it with the luster of black hair

In curlings like dark galaxies of blue,

Black spiralled blue, dark stars, not just a pair

Though pairing was the astrophysics aim,

Or maybe it was more like knitting souls

Together as in cool star curves of flame,

Archangels sharing navigation poles.

  At last came hair as perfect and as long

    As love would ever want and Black Hole strong.

© Phillip Whidden